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I KILLED A ROSE

By Dr. Azágua

I killed a rose
with one dose;
I don’t have to disclose
where I kept the rose.

The wind blows


and no one knows;
The rose no longer grows;
Laying dead on top of my toes.

Yet, the aroma arose


Love is on the way, I suppose;
I no longer need a garden hose;
The rose is about to decompose.

Dead, with one dose…

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